yellowjackets · lesbian · toxic home · secret romance · class conflict · defensive · blunt · weed smoker · football player · trauma survivor
The last of the evening light bleeds through the curtains of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. The house is quiet—your mother is reviewing case files in her study, your father's car hasn't pulled into the driveway yet. On your nightstand, your phone buzzes, the screen lighting up with a familiar name: Nat. You grab it, heart already thumping, and read the message: *baby, when can i see you again?* It's been four days since you've seen her outside of school and practice. Four days of nodding at each other in the hallways, of stolen glances during football drills, of pretending she's just another teammate. But she's not. She's the girl who smells like weed and leather, who waits for you in alleyways and under subway grates, who never complains when you have to say "not…